"What about this one do you like this one?" Pisti asked as she tried on another cap. She posed for Spartos and Masrur.

"It looks great just like all the other ones before it," Spartos said, exhausted. "Pisti can we just go get Sinbad and walk back to the RV?" He had been sweating in his sweater for the past thirty minutes. There was no fan in the store. Not that it entirely wasn't his fault (he was wearing a sweater), but it could have been cooler in the shop.

"No," she said as she put the cap back on the rack. "And besides he's over there posing in t-shirts for Jafar, and he doesn't seem to have a problem with it."

Sinbad was flexing as he tried on shirts in front of Jafar, who was very patiently waiting and nodding in agreement.

"See why don't we have what they have?" Pisti questioned.

Spartos gave an audible sigh. "Pisti come on, I'm trying my best here, also don't look at Jafar and Sinbad for relationship goals because I'm pretty sure I hear Jafar scream out of frustration at least once a day."

"Well, if anyone is screaming out of frustration in this relationship it's me," Pisti put her hand on her chest to exaggerate her point. "You're always busy at the pharmacy, and don't have much free time, and now that I get to spend time with you, you seem so unhappy," she pouted.

"Come on, Pisti, you know I love spending time with you- I just have a lot on my plate." The thing on his plate now was the fear of heat exhaustion, but he didn't want to mention that- he would definitely have to explain the reason for wearing a sweater, which was his insecurity.

"Speaking of the pharmacy," Masrur interrupted. "Does Matal still go there?"

"You mean Yamuraiha's dad?" Spartos asked. "Yeah I see him a lot, but I don't work behind the actual pharmacy counter, just where they sell non prescription stuff and snacks."

"Yamuraiha told me something about him acting a bit weird the past few months," Pisti added. "Do you know what medication he's getting?"

"Not that it's anyone's business, but I think I overheard him say something about arrhythmia- maybe he has tachycardia? Apparently he's not doing too well? Again, it's not anyone's business and I shouldn't have shared." Spartos mumbled.

"Does Yamuraiha know?" Masrur asked.

"I don't think so," Pisti answered, "when I asked her if she knew what was going on with him she shrugged and assumed it was a mid life crisis of some sort. Which is funny considering Matal is in his early 70s',"

"But don't tell Yamuraiha what I told you- I'm certain I'm not even supposed to know about it." Spartos said.

"I promise, I promise," Pisti said.

"No seriously Pisti, and I'm saying this not to get you angry, but because I care; please don't even hint at the possibility of him having a health problem to her,"

"Yeah, knowing Yamuraiha she'll constantly worry," Masrur added.

"Do you guys think of me as that much of a blabbermouth?!"

"Yes." Spartos and Masrur answered in unison.

Pisti crossed her arms. "Fine, if you have that much mistrust in me, I'll never even mention it, and prove you wrong."

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It was mid day when Yamuraiha had woken up. Beside her Sharrkan continued snoring. It was much too similar to their 'incident' a few months back. Except this time she was calm and found the moment sweet.

She took the note that was left on the booth table.

It read:

'We stopped moving for a bit to buy souvenirs. You guys were sleeping and didn't want to wake you. We left the windows half way open (hope it won't be too hot), but the doors are locked and I have the keys. We'll be back soon. -Jafar'

She moved away slowly, trying her best not to wake him. Maybe she would make breakfast, well, by now it was lunch. But she would have to wash up and go to the bathroom first. Sinbad had to have one in his RV.

Her suitcase had her baby blue sundress inside. She would wear that. Hey, maybe Sharrkan would finally notice her in it? And even if he didn't, it would be okay because she knew that she liked her dress.

She didn't think that there would be a shower in the bathroom, but she didn't think an RV like this existed.

She glanced down at her arm and saw that the budgies were still there.

"Sorry Sharrkan," she said, knowing his work would be washed away.

She had to take a shower, it was the perfect opportunity. It would be harder to take one later when the RV was moving again.

By the time she scrubbed, washed, dressed, and made herself up (yes, she started wearing a little bit of makeup), she heard the voices of her friends in the RV. They came back at the perfect time. She came out of the bathroom feeling refreshed.

"Hello everyone!" she chirped.

They returned her with greetings.

"Don't you look cute," Pisti complimented her.

Yamuraiha did sort of a mini spin and said; "why thank you," she fluttered her eyelashes.

"Well you're certainly dressed for when we go out for dinner later in a few hours," Jafar said. He put his hands together and studied her like a mom would before sending her child off on the first day of school. In awe and with much pride. "I'm so happy to see you this confident, I don't think I've seen you wear something like this before-"

"I guess acting in the school play gave me new found confidence,"

"You look wonderful," Sinbad added.

She blushed.

"Is Sharrkan still sleeping?" Pisti walked over to the booth where he was. She carefully slid over next to him, moved the piece of hair which was covering his ear, got really close and yelled; "WAKE UP! DON'T BE RUDE, NOTICE YAMURAIHA SHE LOOKS SO GOOD!" She tapped his shoulder quickly as if it were a drum.

Yamuraiha shot a death stare at Spartos, worried that he might have told Pisti her secret. He shook his head wildly.

Sharrkan cursed and flailed his arms. "Wha- what's going on?!" he demanded. "Can't you let me sleep?!" No words could describe how pissed his expression was. "What could have been possibly so important that you had to wake me up?"

Pisti backed away slowly. "I just, I thought that you wanted to see Yamuraiha and how cute she looks."

The RV went silent and everyone's head turned to Yamuraiha.

Sharrkan glanced at Yamuraiha. "She looks the same everyday," and he turned away from them. "If you don't mind I'm going to take a piss," he brushed himself off and made his way down the hall, passing Yamuraiha without paying her even a second more of his attention.

She would be lying if she said she was completely unphased by his lack of approval. But then again, herself and everyone else liked this dress and that was more than enough to keep her flaunting it.

Sinbad cleared his throat. "Well, I guess me and Jafar will get back to driving," he put his hand on Jafar's shoulder. "Come along, don't want to keep everyone waiting,"

"Yamu I'm sorry-" Pisti began.

"It's alright." she stopped her. She didn't need an apology for anything. It wasn't worth making a big deal out of it. "It's the reaction I expected?" she shook off Pisti's remorse and pity. Actually, it wasn't the reaction she expected at all, she felt that they had been getting closer and closer the past few weeks and now it was like the beginning again. Was he just cranky? Hungry? She didn't think she would get any big reaction out of him, but a simple; 'you look nice,' would have sufficed.

"Anyways," Spartos interjected. "We'll probably be having dinner in a few hours so make sure not to eat anything too filling before then,"

"I'm sure I won't." Yamuraiha said. Surprisingly, her appetite was gone.

Writer: I READ YOUR REVIEWS AND SUGGESTIONS. NEXT CHAPTER IS GOING TO BE FULL OF FLUFF! (and maybe a little bit of foreshadowing) Also I know it's kind of lame to write writer's notes, but I like to write them a lot! I've had this chapter done for about 4 days, but I forget to upload.